Beef? Not beef!

19 October 2016, at 1930.

I have just had a very tasty meal at a Chinese Restaurant (name withheld). I ordered beef noodles, but what I just enjoyed was surely not beef. I did, politely, did tell the waiter. Who, I must say, was very defensive. Nothing was “personal” as I did tip the gentleman afterwards. He attempted telling me there are countless ways to cook beef. I smiled, and ordered desert. Later on, I “reminded” him I am from a beef country. Possibly, the chefs mixed up the beef/pork/? labels in the kitchen, by mistake.

What I ate was not beef. I know beef, I have eaten every eatable cow part: the tongue, the hooves, the tail, the eyes, the brain, the heart, the intestines, the omasum tripe, the sirloin, the ribeye. Further, outside Botswana, I have visited families, who, because of my love for “steak” fried me “steak”, which was, to their sincere disappointment, not beef.

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